HYMN LX1V. Mitra-Varuna

1. You, foeman-slaying Varuna and Mitra, we invoke with song,

Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.

2 Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns,

For in all places is sung forth your evergracious friendliness.

3 That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on Mitra's path.

Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.

4 Mitra and Varuna, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed.

That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.

5 With your fair splendours, Varuna and Mitra, to our gathering come,

That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.

6 With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy,

Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.

7 When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the Gods' realm where white Cows shine,

Supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.